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❝ CAUSE 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ALL THE TIME ❞
masterlist ❤︎ airbuds
gf who lets me ramble about things all the time and will ask me questions to encourage me to say more when
im so horrible at socializing they should just put me down honestly
˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ femme fatale | daniela avanzini
݁ᛪ༙ synopsis your best friend’s mother was supposed to be off-limits. but daniela’s lingering touches, quiet attention, and failing marriage make it impossible to ignore the tension growing between you. and when she picks you up during a stormy night after university, everything you’ve both been avoiding finally comes to the surface
݁ᛪ༙ disclaimer milf! daniela avanzini x young! fem reader, wlw, age gap, slowburn, cheating (if you’re not comfortable reading this, don’t read :))
݁ᛪ༙ a/n who else’s loose their minds on daniela’s latest looks on allure, i swear that i’m the gayest person alive for this woman..
݁ᛪ༙ song playing dirty diana — michael jackson
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧
the first time you met daniela, it wasn’t supposed to mean anything
you’d only gone to your best friend’s house because she’d forgotten her notes before an exam. that was it. quick stop, quick hello, then back to campus
instead, the front door opened, and everything changed
daniela stood there in a loose cream sweater and dark leggings, one hand still on the handle, eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise when she saw you. rain clouds gathered behind you in the distance, making the warm light inside her house glow softer somehow.l
“oh,” she said quietly, almost amused. “so you’re the friend i keep hearing about”
you tried not to stare
she looked younger than you expected—not young exactly, but effortlessly beautiful in a way that made your thoughts trip over themselves. dark hair loosely pinned up, gold jewelry catching the light, perfume warm and subtle. she smiled at you like she already knew something you didn’t
and from the kitchen, your friend yelled, “mom, stop intimidating people!”
daniela laughed.
“i’m not intimidating her,” she answered, eyes still on you. “am i?”
you shook your head too fast
that became the beginning of a problem
after that day, daniela always found reasons to talk to you whenever you came over. at first it seemed harmless. asking about university. bringing you tea without asking what you liked because somehow she already remembered. sitting beside you instead of across from you
then came the touches
a hand briefly against your shoulder while passing behind you. her fingers brushing yours when she handed you a mug. fixing your collar one afternoon with a soft “there,” while standing far too close
none of it should’ve mattered. but it did
and the worst part was how obvious it became that she looked for you
your friend would leave the room for five minutes, and daniela would immediately appear beside you in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with that unreadable little smile
“so,” she’d say casually, “are you eating properly at university?”
or :
“you look exhausted. have you been sleeping enough?”
or even :
“you know, you can call me if you ever need anything”
the way she said anything made your heartbeat feel dangerous
you tried to ignore it. you really did
because she was your best friend’s mother. because she was married. because every time her husband appeared, the entire atmosphere changed
he barely looked at her. barely listened. always distracted, cold, distant in that exhausted way people become after years of pretending something still works
daniela, meanwhile, seemed to come alive around you
and you noticed it
you noticed how her eyes softened when you entered a room. how she remembered tiny details about your classes. how she always walked you to the door
how she kept finding excuses to text you through your friend’s phone ;
“tell her dinner’s ready”
“ask her if she passed her exam”
“tell her i said she should bring an umbrella tomorrow”
your friend never noticed anything strange. you did
especially the day daniela offered to pick you up from campus
“you take the bus in this weather?” she asked, horrified
“it’s fine”
“it’s absolutely not fine,” she replied immediately. “next time it rains, call me”
you laughed awkwardly. “daniela—”
“i’m serious”
and she was
she reminded you three separate times over the next weeks
if it’s raining, call me
you never did. until the storm came
the sky had opened hours ago, pouring endlessly over the city. by the time your lecture ended, the streets were flooded silver beneath the streetlights, wind tearing umbrellas inside out
your phone battery had died thirty minutes earlier
so you walked. completely soaked within seconds
cars hissed past through puddles while thunder rolled somewhere overhead. you hugged your jacket tighter and kept moving, already dreading the freezing bus ride home—
headlights slowed beside you
a black car pulled over sharply
your stomach dropped
the passenger window rolled down
daniela looked furious
“get in”
you blinked at her through the rain
“…what?”
“i said get in”
you opened the door carefully and slid inside, dripping water everywhere
the warmth hit first. then her perfume
then the silence
daniela pulled back onto the road without another word, knuckles tight against the steering wheel
“i’m sorry about your seats,” you muttered weakly
“that’s what you’re worried about?”
you glanced at her
she looked genuinely upset
“you could’ve called me”
“my phone died”
“you still could’ve borrowed someone else’s”
“it’s not a big deal—”
“it is to me”
that shut you up.
rain hammered against the windshield while the wipers moved frantically back and forth. daniela exhaled slowly, jaw tense
“i told you not to walk home alone in weather like this”
“i didn’t think—”
“no,” she interrupted softly, “you didn’t”
the rest of the drive felt strangely intimate. confined. heavy
by the time you reached her house, the storm had become even worse
“you’re not going anywhere like this,” daniela said immediately. “stay until it calms down”
you hesitated
“i should probably—”
“you’re shaking”
only then did you realize she was right
she sighed quietly and unbuckled her seatbelt
“come inside”
the house was warm and dimly lit, the storm rumbling outside like distant waves. your friend wasn’t home yet. neither was her husband
just you and daniela
somehow that made the air feel different
she disappeared briefly upstairs, then returned holding towels and dry clothes
“you’ll get sick otherwise”
“thanks”
you reached for the clothes at the same moment she handed them over
her fingers closed around yours for half a second too long
neither of you moved
the storm crackled outside
daniela looked at you with an expression so soft it almost hurt
“you have no idea what you do to me,” she whispered
your breath caught
every logical thought disappeared at once because suddenly every lingering touch, every prolonged glance, every excuse to keep you near finally made sense
and judging by the way daniela looked at you now—standing close enough to hear each other breathe—it had probably meant something for a very long time
“you should change before you freeze,” daniela murmured
but neither of you moved
the storm outside rattled the windows hard enough to make the lights flicker once, briefly plunging the room into darkness before the warm glow returned
you swallowed
daniela was still holding your wrist. not tightly. just enough to keep you there
“you keep looking at me like that,” she said softly, eyes fixed on yours, “and it’s becoming very difficult to behave”
your heartbeat stumbled
“daniela…”
“you know what’s cruel?” she interrupted quietly. “the fact that you have no idea how long i’ve been trying not to cross this line”
the words hit harder than they should have. because some part of you had known
every lingering touch. every excuse to keep you near. every look held one second too long
you just hadn’t expected her to finally admit it
rain slammed against the windows again
daniela stepped closer
close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, close enough for her perfume to completely surround you now—soft, expensive, intoxicating
“you walk into my house,” she whispered, “looking at me with those eyes, smiling at me like i’m still someone worth noticing…”
her fingers slid slowly from your wrist to your hand
“and suddenly i remember what it feels like to want something again”
the confession left the room breathless
you could barely think
daniela noticed. of course she did
a faint smile appeared on her lips—not teasing this time, but almost nervous, which somehow affected you even more
“that’s dangerous,” you managed quietly
“yes,” she said immediately
neither of you stepped away
instead, daniela lifted a hand carefully to your face, brushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear with unbearable slowness
the gesture felt strangely intimate. tender
and somehow far more intense than anything reckless could’ve been
“you should tell me to stop,” she whispered
but your silence said enough
daniela’s eyes dropped briefly to your lips before lifting again, searching your expression one last time as thunder rolled outside
then she leaned in—
a sharp sound interrupted everything
the front door unlocking
you both jumped apart instantly
your best friend’s voice echoed through the hallway downstairs
“mom? the storm’s INSANE out there—”
daniela closed her eyes briefly, laughing once under her breath in disbelief while you tried to recover your breathing
and when she looked back at you again, the tension between you hadn’t disappeared at all
if anything, it had only gotten worse.
kim minjeong-sunbae, from the ceramics department
my wife looked so good bro
I actually need that SOO BAD…
TELL ME WE WEREN'T JUST FRIENDS giselle x fem!reader
bsf!giselle who likes the blur the line between friendship and something more
content: fem!reader, headcannons, homoerotic friendship, some hc's can be seen as a little bit toxic, she's just possessive okay, roommates, reader throws a pillow at giselle (but in a light-hearted way), jealousy, gigi is very touchy, a little bit suggestive if you squint, a joke about ningning being your third (too ningselle pilled i fear), the rest of aespa make like a two sec cameo, sana from twice mentioned too, giselle referred to as gigi at times
word count: 1.4k note: if you want a homoerotic friendship just hmu 🤞
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who sends you the most romantic videos with a message that reads 'us' underneath
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who takes those 'initials that are made for each other' videos very seriously and sends you them whenever yours are paired up
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who calls you more pet names than any partner you've ever dated has (baby, sweetheart, darling, cutie)
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who regularly walks into the bathroom when you're showering because "we're best friends, it's chill."
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who makes sure to leave the door unlocked when she's showering in the hopes that you'll walk in
i love women so much omg..
Best friends mom Sophia x female reader
Milf Sophia’s thighs wrapped around y/n head while y/n is eating her out and she’s praising y/n calling her good girl etc also mommy kink.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ mommy
content. mommy!sophia x fem!reader smut oral sex mommy kink dirty talk age difference
"You're being such a good girl for mommy."
You don't know how but you ended up like this: kneeling with Sophia's thighs spread on either side of your face, suffocating on her pussy. Her hand on your neck.
It wasn't planned. You came to look for your best friend, but your best friend wasn't there. But her beautiful mom was. YOUR mommy.
Your tongue moves between her lips, up and down, collecting every drop of moisture dripping from her. Sophia can only moan. Her hip pushes against your face while she pulls your hair.
"So good," she whispers with satisfaction. "That's how you eat a pussy. Who taught you to do it so well, hm? My daughter? Or were you always a natural little bitch?"
You can't answer. Your mouth is busy. Your tongue enters her, wet, hot, and Sophia writhes on top of you, her thighs squeezing your head.
You pull back just barely. One centimeter. Your chin glistening, your mouth wet, your breath cut short. You look up at her from below.
"Mommy," your voice full of desperation. "Can I touch myself, please, please, please?"
Sophia looks at you with an ear-to-ear smile and nods.
"Yes, baby. Touch yourself."
You bury your face between her legs again. Your hand goes down to your own crotch. The fabric of your underwear is already soaked. Your fingers brush your clit and you moan against Sophia's pussy, and the vibration makes her moan too.
"Hear that," Sophia says, and her hand grabs your hair tighter. "What would she say if she saw you right now, my daughter, hm? If she saw you on your knees, with your face buried between her mommy's legs?"
You moan louder. Your fingers move faster against your clit. Your tongue doesn't stop licking her, sucking her, entering and exiting her.
"Such a good girl," her thighs squeeze your sides tighter. "So good, baby. Do you like it? Do you like mommy's pussy?"
You nod against her. Your nose flattens against her pubic bone. Your tongue pushes inside her.
"I'm going to come," Sophia says, and her hip pushes against your face. "Are you going to come with your dirty little fingers, baby?"
Before you can nod, the orgasm hits you — your fingers pressing your clit, your moans muffled by Sophia's pussy. She comes a second later, her hot liquid filling your mouth, dripping down your chin, soaking your face.
You stay there, your face resting on her thigh while Sophia strokes your hair.
"Good girl," she whispers. "My good girl."
MOTTO behind the scenes
synopsis : not expecting you to home this week, your parents planned a trip. and winter—your best friend’s mom—offered to let you stay over at her place, so they could enjoy their trip with no worries.
includes. . . age gap ⋆ mommy kink ⋆ praise ⋆ fingering ⋆ oral (f!giving) ⋆ pet names ⋆ fem!reader.
🗯️note: this was supposed to come out like two months ago but i overthink too much… also, thank you for the idea twin @matzism
milf!winter who became friends with your mom after you moved next door to her the summer before your senior year. and you, who eventually became close with her daughter that same year—always spending the night at her house.
milf!winter who was always your favorite out of all your parents’ friends because she was more lenient, letting you get away with things that’d never pass with your mom. she’d hold your chin as she gave you a waterfall of your first taste of alcohol.
“our secret, right, sweetie?” she kissed her thumb, before pressing it against yours, confirmation that you’d never tell.
milf!winter who used to notice the way you held your breath whenever she was too close. always calling on you to zip her dresses or clip her heels just to see how long you could stay composed.
milf!winter who found herself missing the lingering stares and soft touches you gave her. and hated that ever since you had left for college, she rarely got to see you anymore.
milf!winter who couldn’t hide her excitement after she heard you’d be coming back home for spring break. she was quick to assure your parents that you’d be safe at her house while they went away on a trip.
milf!winter who you thought was exaggerating whenever she’d mention how different you looked when you finally came back. because the only thing that changed was your height, a few features, and your maturity.
milf!winter who called you down to help her cook dinner that same night. she took it upon herself to teach you how to “properly” cut. her front pressed against your back, hands over yours as she guided you, and the warmth of her breath against your ear as she explained.
“like this, sweetheart,” she demonstrated, her voice like velvet as her hands moved with yours.
milf!winter who wasn’t surprised you stayed behind after her daughter went to a party later that night. inviting you to watch a movie because it had been so long since she had you to herself.
milf!winter who made the couch feel smaller than it actually was. the warmth of her leg pressed against yours and her arm resting behind you on the back of the couch.
milf!winter who somehow ended up behind you, with you in her arms as her finger made slow, teasing circles around your clit through the fabric of your underwear. “use your words, honey. mommy can’t hear you.” her voice soft in your ears.
“please…” you spoke up.
she hummed, sliding a finger against your folds through the fabric. “please, what?” she asked as she hooked a finger around your soaked panties, sliding them off.
milf!winter who didn’t stop until she had you seeing stars. her fingers moving at a rhythmic pace, curling just right inside you. she kept up the movements, whispering sweet words in your ear until you came.
milf!winter who wanted to see how far she could push you—needing to know exactly what you’d do for her.
“you wanna help mommy, right?” a smile gracing her face as she watched you nod, already lowering yourself between her legs.
milf!winter who doesn’t forget to praise you, feeding you with compliments. “fuck… you’re doing such a good job,” she moaned. her fingers brushed through your hair, grabbing a handful as she grinds shamelessly against your face.
she threw her head back onto the arm rest of the couch.
"just like that, baby... so good," she cooed, the feeling pooling in her stomach. "...gonnna cum soon." and she did. the orgasm shattering through her, leaving your chin and mouth glinting from her.
milf!winter who had you keep what happened this week a secret, kissing her thumb and pressing it against yours like old times. she made sure to tell your mom how much of a good girl you were that week when she asked if there were any problems.
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🗯️note: last part lwk cringe but fuck it we ball (im js lazy)
WHO'S YOUR BIAS? aespa ot4 x reader
your girlfriend finds out she's not your bias
content: aespa ot4 (separate), jealousy, giselle and reader fight over ningning, idol!reader & secret relationship in winter's ss count: 9 note: no pics are mine!! basically a ningning appreciation post atp
YU JIMIN
GISELLE in 'LEMONADE' Complæxity Trailer